"Eaters of Opium" by Vasily Vereshchagin‘Pleasuring Dreams’ by P. T. O’Talryn The Society April 18, 2019 Culture, Poetry 6 Comments They fell into a numbing sleep Perchance to darkly dream. The kettle for their tea was boiling; The plants were rich and green. They stoned themselves on television And marriage habits bad; Their sadness at declining Glory Muffled ‘neath the fads. Quizzical they were, then, when Their children turned around To bite the mouth that spoke of How ‘lone past was Glory found! Their children wouldn’t stop Their God-damned noise about the tea! And the sound of kettle boiling Started sounding like a scream. They cringed, and spat, and plugged their ears; They chanted, fled, and toked. “Don’t threaten me!” they barked out And in their sleep they choked. For, in their dreams what bubbled wasn’t water for nice tea But Cyclopean basaltic city geometry. Rising, rising, rising from the bottom of the sea And the bubbles coming up for air were ghosts of You… and Me. P. T. O’Talryn is a Canadian poet and writer who likes to stir the pot. His interests include economics, politics, philosophy, and religion. When not studying these he enjoys tabletop roleplaying as a kind of latter-day radio play. His favourite author remains H.P. Lovecraft NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Joe Spring April 18, 2019 Thanks PT. Interesting poem, about… Weed, I think? I can follow this for the first stanza and a bit, but I might need some SparkNotes please! Some references I don’t get, like the cylopian basaltic city geometry line – sounds compelling but I don’t know… Reply Martin Rizley April 19, 2019 I think that the phrase “cyclopean basaltic city geometry” is deliberately meaningless and intended to convey the nonsensical thoughts that pass through their drug-clouded minds, thoughts assailed by the harsh realities pressing in around them like the screaming tea kettle on the stove, annoying children, their ruined marriage and ruined lives, realities they try to flee through drug-induced “pleasuring dreams.” And as they choke on their own saliva in their sleep, the bubbles in their throat, which rise ghost-like in their dreams, symbolize the ghosts which they themselves have become through being stoned out on drugs. Reply Dave Whippman April 19, 2019 No, I think the “cyclopean geometry” is a clear reference to the work of Lovecraft, who is listed as the poet’s favourite author. P.T. April 22, 2019 Yes, it’s not about drugs per se but about the older generation not giving a damn about the world, and summoning hell through their drugged indifference. Cyclopean city = R’Lyeh where Cthulhu (the ultimate demon of darkness) lies dreaming. Reply Monty April 28, 2019 The “older generation”, because of their very age (hence their experience at having by now seen things for what they really are) have an undeniable right, if they so choose, to “not give a damn about the world”. For some, the ways of the modern world don’t deserve to be “given a damn”. And for those who see it as such, they have an equally-undeniable right, if they so choose, to ingest of botanical substances which may ease their passage through the modern world. As Lennon said in song: ‘Whatever gets you through the night.. it’s alright, it’s alright’. Lewis Johnson April 23, 2019 Great post! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.